Blackwater Indiscretions

A/N ~ Sorry this update is so late!!

Ryou took his time walking to Bakura’s house. Truth be told, he was afraid. His mind kept going back to the time when his boyfriend had taken him to one of Marik’s wild parties, back before Malik had moved to Domino.

It was at that party that he had felt the first hint of attraction to the Egyptian. Several assholes from school had crashed the party and caused a great deal of noise and upset when their ringleader, Frank, made an obscene grab at Serenity Wheeler. A fight had broken out between Frank and the man that Serenity had been dancing with. Marik, hearing the commotion, had stepped in, trying to make peace between the two until he received a sharp jab across his cheek by Frank. Ryou had witnessed the entire exchange from the sofa that Bakura had left him at during another beer run. The change in the Egyptian’s demeanor was noticed by everyone within ten feet of him. Calmness replaced by rage and after a tense moment the blonde retaliated with practiced precision, quickly dominating his victim. There was no doubt in Ryou’s mind that Marik would have killed that punk if he had not been pulled off by Bakura, who had returned from the liquor store, and two of their friends. They had shoved the blonde into the bathroom and Bakura told Ryou to clean him up and stay with him until they got back from the hospital where they planned to dump Frank.

Ryou had been frightened to be alone with the unstable Egyptian but his very nature demanded that his compassion and caring take precedence over fear. He’d managed to get most of the blood from Marik’s face, arms, and hands when the blonde took hold of him, pulling him into a heated kiss.

Of course Ryou had been surprised but more so he enjoyed the feelings caused by the forbidden exchange. At its conclusion, several minutes later, Marik had returned to his calm and carefree self, leaning in to whisper “thank you” and flash a winning smile before opening the door and leading them both back to the party.

He didn’t tall Bakura what had transpired but he suspected that his boyfriend knew something. Less than an hour later he had taken Ryou to Marik’s room and fucked him brutally to “remind him of who he belonged to”. After the party Bakura had been forced to carry Ryou to the car because he was unable to talk.

The following week had been horrific, filled with two embarrassing trips to the emergency room and a lot of fast talking to the vice principal of the school.

Ryou approached his lover’s door with mixed emotions. Despite the pain and humiliation, or perhaps because of it, it had been one of the best sexual encounters of his life. If Bakura reacted in such a way on a hunch how would he behave with the knowledge that he’d spent the night with not only Marik, but Yami as well.

There was only one way to find out.

His hand shaking slightly, he put his key in the lock and opened the door. Right away he knew that Bakura wasn’t there. He went into the kitchen and found a note written in his lover’s scrawly handwriting.

I went to the store. Back later.
Bakura

Ryou tossed the note into the trash and put his bag and shoes by the door. With a small smile, he took in the general disarray of the living room. Rolling up his sleeves, he picked up the throw pillows and put them back on the sofa, quickly slipping back into his normal routine as Bakura’s housemaid.

Thirty minutes later found the living room and kitchen returned to order. All that remained was the bedroom.

Fourteen steps. That is how far he walked to gain access to the room. That is also how long it took before he was teeming with jealousy, a highly foreign emotion for him.

It was the sight of the bed that did it. Or, more specifically, the boxer shorts that were haphazardly shoved beneath the rumpled pillows. They couldn’t be Malik’s, they were too small. When he stepped closer to inspect his eyes narrowed further to see the dried evidence of the previous night’s efforts splattered across the sheets.

He learned in that moment that jealousy and anger are partners in crime. He jerked the bedding from the mattress and crammed it in the hamper. Moving to the hall closet, he pulled out fresh sheets and remade the bed before returning to the living room.

He stopped short upon seeing Bakura sitting comfortably in the recliner, facing him with a questioning eyebrow raised. “Something wrong?”

Ryou tried to responds but his throat refused to comply. He had seen that look upon his boyfriend’s face so many times that it was impossible not to recognize it now. It was the look that said “Do something about it. I dare you.” In all the time he and Bakura had been together he had never even thought of challenging that face.

Until now.

“Why didn’t you clean up the bed at least?”

A smirk found its home on the older boy’s face. “You always do the cleaning,” he stated simply. “Why change it now?”

Ryou’s eyes narrowed. “You mean to say that Yugi wasn’t offended by sleeping in the same sheets you fucked Malik in?”

Bakura’s lip curled into a feral snarl. “No,” he said viciously, hating to be questioned. “I had to throw out the sheets that Malik and I used.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

The older teen stood up and stepped right up to his lover. “It means,” he growled. “That they were too torn and bloody to be reused.”

“Wh-what?”

Bakura kept right on going. “He bled for me, Ryou. Does that piss you off? Does it upset you to know that the more I hurt him the more he begged for?”

Ryou didn’t know where to direct his anger. At Bakura, Malik, or himself. The decision was made due to Bakura’s close proximity. His boyfriend’s uncaring words propelled his hand which delivered a stinging slap to the teen’s cheek.

Bakura blinked in disbelief, the reddening hand print standing out remarkably against his pale complexion. Surprise quickly faded as anger flooded in. “You hit me,” he stated.

“You deserved it,” Ryou shot back.

Bakura shoved the teen backward onto the sofa. “If you’ll recall,” he ground out. “This whole thing was not my idea. And if I remember correctly, you were awfully quick to agree to it.”

Ryou glared up at his boyfriend. “It may be true, but that’s no excuse for what you did with Malik in our bed!”

Bakura smiled. “Oh, I see now. You’re jealous, are you?”

“Hardly,” Ryou answered. “If anyone is jealous it’s you.”

“Why would I be jealous?”

“Because of me and Marik.”

The older teen waved his hand dismissively. “Marik can’t do half of what I can for you. Malik admitted that much.”

Ryou stood up again. “Fine,” he spat out. “You can fucking have him.” He shoved past the teen.

Bakura turned and caught his lover around the waist. “Where do you think you’re going?” he asked smoothly. “You can’t leave me, Ryou.”

“Stop…”

Bakura moved in a little closer, whispering into his boyfriend’s ear. “You need me. You need me to watch out for you, to protect you. I need you to take care of me.”

“Malik knows how to make a bed.”

“I don’t want him. I want you, Ryou. No one else can take everything I have to give. No one compliments me like you do.”

“But you and Malik…”

“I fucked Yugi too. What’s the difference?”

The younger teen turned to face his lover. “Malik wants you,” he admitted, his eyes focused on Bakura’s shirt.

“I knew that long before this weekend.”

He should have suspected as much. There wasn’t a lot that Bakura didn’t know. “Did you…enjoy it?”

“Yes.”

Ryou’s gaze lowered further. “Oh.”

Bakura placed a finger under Ryou’s chin, tilting his head up. Rather than continue trying to convince his insecure boyfriend of his devotion verbally he instead claimed Ryou’s lips in a fiercely possessive kiss.

Ryou had not been expecting the action but nonetheless found himself clinging to Bakura and returning the kiss with increasing desperation, his fingers crawling over his lover’s chest, pulling at his shirt buttons until he was able to push the material over pale shoulders to the ground.

The forceful determination behind Ryou’s movements came as a surprise to Bakura. He was used to a very subservient mate. He watched with a half surprised, half aroused expression as his young lover descended smoothly to his knees and unfastened his jeans.

Ryou could sense Bakura’s wonderment but could not stop himself even though he knew how much his lover hates surprises. The need to have Bakura firmly embedded within him was too strong to deny. He needed to reassert his place in Bakura’s bed. For the first time he understood just what Bakura meant when using the word “claim”.

He carefully drew the firm, pale erection from its confines and enveloped it fully within his warm mouth, drawing a gasp from his boyfriend’s parted lips.

Through an intense eternal struggle, Bakura barely managed to keep his hips from thrusting forward to gag Ryou on his cock. He allowed his lover a few moments of unsupervised fun before stepping back, pulling himself free and regaining control in one motion.

Ryou whimpered and look up through deep brown eyes. “Bakura…”

“Come here, Ryou,” the older teen ordered.

Ryou rose to his feet and again stood before Bakura.

“Strip.”

“Kura,” Ryou said softly.

Bakura raised an eyebrow. “Yes?”

“Kiss me?”

The teen blinked. “What?”

“Kiss me,” he repeated, stepping forward, one hand reaching out to grip his lover’s steel length, stroking it gently. He took advantage of Bakura’s loss of composure, rising onto his toes and kissing him softly. He actually received a small whimper in return.

The sound was so foreign to Bakura’s ears that he paused for a moment before again moving out of Ryou’s grasp. “What are you doing?” he asked.

The young teen took Bakura’s hand, kissing its palm. “I just need to touch you,” he said. “I can’t control it.”

Bakura felt himself harden at the admission. He pulled his boyfriend close, pressing his arousal into the bulge in Ryou’s jeans.

“Kura,” Ryou moaned.

“What?”

Ryou’s fingers brushed over Bakura’s nipples. “Let me have you,” he pleaded.

“Oh, you will,” Bakura said warningly.

Ryou shook his head. “No,” he corrected. “Not like that.” He pulled the teen into the bedroom. “Lie down?”

Bakura raised an eyebrow. “What are you getting at?”

“Please?”

Bakura narrowed his eyes but did as requested, lying in the center of the bed, his head resting on the pillows.

Ryou stripped down and followed suit, climbing atop his lover and straddling his hips. After a heated kiss he whispered into Bakura’s ear. “I want to be on top tonight.”

It was good that Ryou’s grip was so strong or else he would have become a permanent wall fixture. “Out of the question. Get off of me.”

Ryou ran his fingers through Bakura’s hair. “Shh,” he soothed, continuing the gentle rocking of his hips. “I want you inside me, Kura. I meant that I want to try it in this position.”

“You know how I feel about this shit,” Bakura said tensely.

Ryou gave him a series of feather light kisses. “I won’t hurt you, Kura,” he whispered. “I promise I’ll stop if you don’t like it.”

Bakura had not felt this level of unease in a long time. It brought back memories of times spent on the streets during his childhood when he had rebelled against his parents. But at the same time, his lover’s gentle caresses and soothing words were not going unnoticed. “Fine,” he relented.

Ryou smiled and leaned over, pulling the trust bottle of lubricant from between the mattresses. “I love you,” he said.

“I love you too,” Bakura replied, unease evident in his voice.

Ryou sat back, drizzling a liberal amount of lubricant onto his lover’s rigid erection before tossing the bottle aside. He then regained his position, straddling Bakura’s hips, using the slick member to lubricate his own entrance. Finally he rose onto his knees, gripping Bakura firmly and impaling himself completely.

“Still…tight…” Bakura commented.

Ryou nodded, his eyes closed, his palms braced against his lover’s chest for leverage. Once the initial burn wore off he lifted his hips experimentally before lowering them again. What a sensation. He’d never been able to take so much of Bakura into his body before.

The older teen soon grew impatient with Ryou’s discoveries. His own insecurities forgotten, he waited until his boyfriend had risen up again to clamp his hands on pale thighs and pull him back down.

“Shit, Kura…” Ryou gasped, his nails digging into Bakura’s chest.

“You okay?” Bakura asked uncharacteristically.

Ryou wisely did not mention the shift. “Yes, I’m fine now. Just…go slow, okay?”

Bakura didn’t reply. Instead he ground his hips in a slow circle, stretching his lover and staving off his own arousal.

Ryou leaned down, pressing their lips together before whispering. “You feel so good.” He rested his chest against Bakura, freeing his pelvis, which moved swiftly up and down, using his ass to jerk off his boyfriend’s cock. After a few seconds he found a comfortable rhythm and familiarity with large intruder inside him, moans and subtle panting filling the otherwise silent room.

Desire and lust propelled Bakura’s hands to reach up and grasp his lover’s buttocks in an attempt to push himself deeper inside, the sensation of Ryou’s muscles tightening around him bringing him closer and closer to completion. “I’m gonna come,” he stated through clenched teeth.

“Fuck me,” Ryou replied, an invitation as much as a request.

Bakura slid his arms around Ryou’s waist and rolled over so that he was on top. He began a forceful thrust, sliding his long, thick shaft deep into his boyfriend’s ass before withdrawing until just the head was inside then repeating the process.

The pair moaned and grunted simultaneously, each trying to hold back. Ryou lost however when Bakura’s cock stabbed at his prostate.

Ryou’s hands clawed at his lover’s back as he released thick ropes of white semen between their bodies. “Oh gods, Kura…fuck…”

“Fuck yes,” Bakura replied. His cock hardened even further and let loose a blast of come deep inside his young lover. He continued on, shooting more and more of his semen, thick strings, hot, slick, gushing as he kept on pounding his cock back and forth before collapsing.

Ryou’s heart was pounding. It was the first time that he and Bakura had made love that he had not bled. Not to say that didn’t enjoy their usual escapades, in fact, he loved them. But there was something…intimate about this moment. Raw, unbridled emotion that was not associated with power or control.

Bakura rose onto his elbows and looked down at his boyfriend. “Don’t get used to it,” he said with his usual smirk.

Ryou leaned up, placing a kiss to Bakura’s lips. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
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I'm sorry if this chapter isn't up to par compared to some of the others. I wrote most of it at work with a pen and paper. *shudder*
But you'll be happy (?) to know that the next chapter isn't the end :). We've got a few more things in store for these sexy boys.
And thank you to every one who has reviewed! You are the reason that I keep writing.
Also, if there is anyone out there interested in acting as beta for this chapter please let me know! I can't stand typos but my schedule just does not leave room for grammar and punctuation right now. Thanks!
PS: Thanks, Nancy ;)